San Sebastian

First of all our drive from Biarritz to San Sebastian through the foothills of the Pyrenees was absolutely amazing. Probably some of the most beautiful country we’ve seen on the trip so far. We had a nervous Jamie in the navigators seat driving into Spain as she had heard a lot of warnings of crime in the Basque country which is where we were driving into. It didn’t help when we saw a man being taken out of his car and arrested in the middle of the highway, four police cars pulled up in the middle of the highway!

We arrived in San Sebastian with high expectations after Lana told us it was her favourite part of the world. The first day delivered on expectations brilliantly. Once we found our camp ground which is about 5KM out of town up on top of one of the mountains, we took the bus into town and walked around the narrow pedestrian streets. The architecture of all of the residential units is absolutely stunning, Jamie said she could easily live in a building like that. That afternoon we went to a couple of tappas bars and enjoyed some of the local food. The Tapas in this area is a little different to what we thought we would get. A lot of it has a bread base and is topped with meat, we’ll upload some photos of this. Most of the tapas was very nice, but we hit a couple of small bits that weren’t all that great, so we had a few more drinks of local beer and Sangria and made our way back to the camp ground.

The next day was an absolute stunner. The sun was shining and it must of reached low-mid thirties. We went into town with every intention of walking up the mountain to the statue that overlooks the city, instead we ended up spending the whole day lazing around of the beach and finished the day with a couple of Sangria’s on the beach before making our way back to the camp site. Once we got there, we had a few drinks with some guys we met from NZ which turned into a fairly late night.

Friday was another great day. We got into town just before lunch and walked up to the mountain where the castle and statue is. On the way up we passed about ten riot police that had balaclavas on and were carrying heavy weaponry, they looked as though they were ready for battle. Without actually finding out what was going on, we left the area straight away and headed up the hill. The view from the top was stunning, and there was a great little bar at the top where we stopped for a break and to enjoy the scenery. The rest of the day was spent on the beach with the not so self-conscious locals. Last night was one of the bigger nights we’ve had so far. We again had drinks with kiwi boys up the road, and ended up at the camp site pub. This is where one of the lads attempted some Spanish while ordering us beers and instead of asking for 4 beers, apparently asked for 8. So there we are, with two pints each about half an hour out of closing time. This made for an interesting evening to follow. After we left the pub, we made some 2am spaghetti, then went to bed at the insistence of the camp ground security guard... again...

Today we’re heading off towards the east coast, and the south of France.

Love A&J xoxo